Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quantec. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Swans,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.